You were a normal girl, except for the poverty area you lived in with your mother, younger sister, and your sisters cat who your practically snarled teeth to each other everyday.

You lived in a world where people would get classified into either caregiver or little, a little is when someone gets into the head space of a child, entering a child like care free space away from the adult world

You always thought you’d get classified as a caregiver, you needed to get classified as that so you could get a job and support your family.

So when you got classified as a little your whole world practically crumbled, hypothetical debris’s raining onto you. Your mother and sister were supportive, saying they’d help you till you got caregivers

Your mother was talking with a doctor for littles and having you meet some caregivers. None have clicked, nobody wanted an older little, as you had been classified as.

You were in your room, mourning your freedom that’d you’d loose soon enough. Your moms voice yelled from downstairs and you walked down, voices were coming from the living room..great

You walked into the living room and looked at your mother, she was sitting across three people on your couch. A man with curly brown hair, a woman with long wavy blonde hair, and a shorter man between them with straight blonde hair.

Your mom smiles at you. “Hi honey, this is seb” she pointed to the man, “this is his wife, Livvy” she then pointed to the man with straight blonde hair “and they’re other little, peeta” she said, smiling